Yandere Naruto ONESHOTS! X3

Yandere!Madara x Fem!Reader

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Izuna: ._.

Author Status - Working A Lot

Request Status - Weak

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MODERN AU

You scribbled on the piece of paper, taking down notes for a test. Even though it wasn't your type of personality to take down notes, you couldn't risk your grades dropping. You were too busy taking down notes to realize you're name had been called on the intercom. You had jumped when the teacher had called your name. "[Name]!"

"S-Sir?!"

"To the front office."

You huddled your stuff together in a neat stack before walking out of the room and slowly closing the wooden door. This was the first time you had been called to office, as your shoes filled small noises throughout the hallway, you were thinking what did you do wrong. Your eyes slowly narrowed, realizing you had done nothing but walk in school, unpack your bag, go to your first, second and third period, went to lunch, sat by your friends, went back to class, etc. It was the normal routine that you had always been doing.

As you made your way to the front office, a person told you that the Principal wanted to see you, but you noticed that a lot of the people at the front desk weren't here today.

'What the hell did I do?', you kept asking yourself while making your way over to the Principal's Office and knocking on the door softly.

"Come in."

You did as told and closed the door behind you, slowly. Uchiha Madara was the principal, a very good but firm one at that. Ticking him off didn't take much, and surprisingly he hasn't hurt or threatened a student once. You immediately sat down in a chair, stiff and still, an uncomfortable feeling in your chest. "[Name], why were you hanging around with them?", he asked, getting straight to the point.

You rose a brow. "Sir?"

"You heard me. I've seen the way they look at you, when you're not looking. You're hanging around with a bunch of brats. . .", Madara stated, firmly. ". . .For which I can't seem to stand. I can't seem to get that pressure off my chest, seeing you with those so-called male friends. I don't want to see you with them ever again."

You wrapped your hands around each one, tightening the grip afterwards as your head hung low.

"Do you understand?"

"No, I don't because they didn't do anything wrong, at least not to me! They had never done anything wrong to hurt me in any mental, physical or emotional way. Sir, I'm fine, I can assure you. They're innocent, even though they can be weird and stupid, but they're wonderful friends to have."

Madara then began to laugh but you didn't move an inch. Less than a second he grabbed your hair and pulled it roughly, making you lean your neck back as you yelped slightly. He slowly leaned into your ear, letting off a small chilling chuckle. You grabbed his wrists, attempting to pull them off your head, but his strong hands were superior to yours. "That's one thing that I've noticed about you, that you have courage. But I'll soon knock all that confidence right out of your body, literally. So I suggest you leave your male friends be, for I won't hesitate to lock you in this room and punish you."

". . . ."

"You're dismissed."